Paroles et traduction Sima Martausová - Červené Polia

Červené Polia

Tajne o mne vieš,
Zoznamy pred bohom,
Pýtaš sa, kde som,
V tieni za rohom.

Vo svojom svedomí
Kryješ niekoho,
Kľud už prestal tlieť,
Ďalej nemohol.

Á á á á ...

Z falošného bozku tvoríš
Falošný svet z vosku
A on horí
A on zhorí.

Postavil si stenu,
Dúfajúc, že ťa nedoženú,
Myšlienky sťa psi,
Keď sám so sebou si.

Pre tie červené polia
Chcelo sa zmilovať nebo,
Orly si slobodu volia
Niekedy len medzi sebou.

Pre tie červené lesy,
Chceli sa skloniť aj hory,
Ticho tak potichu bolí.

Pre tie červené polia
Chcelo sa zmilovať nebo,
Orly si slobodu volia
Niekedy len medzi sebou.

Pre tie červené lesy,
Chceli sa skloniť aj hory,
Ticho tak potichu bolí.

Crimson Fields

You secretly know about me,
Lists before God,
You're asking where I am,
In the shadows around the corner.

In your conscience
You're hiding someone,
Calm has ceased to flicker,
Could go no further.

Ah ah ah ah ...

From a false kiss you create
A false world of wax
And it burns
And it will burn out.

You built a wall
Hoping they wouldn't catch up with you
Your thoughts like dogs
When you're alone with yourself.

For those crimson fields
Heaven wanted to take pity,
Eagles choose freedom
Sometimes just among themselves.

For those crimson forests,
Even mountains wanted to bow
Silence hurts so quietly.

For those crimson fields
Heaven wanted to take pity,
Eagles choose freedom
Sometimes just among themselves.

For those crimson forests,
Even mountains wanted to bow
Silence hurts so quietly.